The Eighth Soul Ring

Nezha took a deep breath, steadied himself, and the flames beneath his Wind Fire Wheels surged.

"Again."

He charged first, a crimson-gold streak carving a dazzling arc across the ice field.

The Titan Snow Demon King roared and smashed its massive fist into the ground.

Boom—!

The ice exploded, shards shooting in every direction like cannonballs, each carrying immense force.

Nezha moved with agility, weaving between the ice shards as the Wind Fire Wheels trailed crimson-gold flames behind him.

He rushed before the Titan Snow Demon King and drove a fist into its shin.

Bang!

The Titan Snow Demon King's huge body swayed, ice chips and fur exploding from its lower leg.

It lowered its head with an angry roar, then its other fist followed, crashing down with terrifying wind pressure that squeezed the air into explosive bursts.

Nezha twisted aside. The fist slammed into the ice, leaving a crater several yards deep.

Amid the flying ice, Nezha shot into the air as his second and fourth Soul Rings lit up at once.

Primordial Brutish Strength! Demon Spider Muscle Weave!

His strength tripled, and his speed increased two and a half times.

Like a crimson-gold bolt of lightning, he circled behind the Titan Snow Demon King and punched its lower back.

Boom—!

The Titan Snow Demon King staggered two steps forward. Its long fur had been crushed into a clear dent at its lower back.

It spun around sharply and swept both fists sideways at once.

Nezha flipped backward, his Wind Fire Wheels drawing an arc through the air as he evaded the sweep.

Yet the force of the punch still grazed him, shoving him back several yards.

The Titan Snow Demon King's strength truly was terrifying.

Even with Primordial Brutish Strength empowering him, he could not gain much advantage